Made-to-Order Macchiato

The way some people order their eggs sunny-side-up, overeasy, scrambled, hardboiled and so on, there are many things on a menu for which we might have certain, peculiar preferences. For example, my father is infamous for telling any waitress that he wants his breakfast bacon burnt. Of course, the cook will usually interpret this as being simply well-done, but he isn't kidding when he says burnt, so to avoid having to send it back, my father has developed a certain way to impress upon the cook just how burnt he wants it: "kill it twice and burn it three times until it's dead five times over". Well, I'm paraphrasing, but something to that effect.
Likewise, today when we went out to lunch with one of the course coordinators, he told the waitress how he wanted his macchiato (espresso and steamed milk). He said something in Amharic that made the waitress laugh out loud so I asked him what he said. He told me he likes his macchiato to taste almost like hot chocolate, so he always instructs the waitress to make it the same color as his face.
A few minutes later, much to his disappointment, the macchiato arrived with too much milk, looking more like my face. Trying to cheer him up, I suggested he help out whoever is operating the espresso machine by handing out wallet-sized photos of himself from now on whenever he orders.